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reactingwithexo · 1 year

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I feel as though some blackpink members don't wanna be there.

During their concerts, many complained that the members didn't have a lot of energy & and some barely did the choreography

There was speculation that jenni wasn't doing the most cause everyone in the cried had their phones out. Cause she kept saying "put your phones down I wanna see your faces" during the little talk segment during concerts. I literally have no clue about the others members.

I tried watching some clips of their concert. It just looks like they're tired of their songs and are waiting for new music. Honestly wouldn't blame them YG is slow with the content but quick to release a new group. I would not be surprised YG put blackpink on a 2 year hiatus. Just to debut a new baby girl group.

Who know the name might be BabyPink or something lol.

Back to the speculation of low energy during the concerts. It irritated me cause I heard those tickets were EXPENSIVE!!! If a concert cost me an arm & a leg. I'm neva gonna put my phone down! I'm gonna record until my phone dies! With expensive and fleeting moments such as a concert. You would want to capsule moments to relive after. Most fans probably can't afford to see them twice in concert. It just seamed insensitive a if she was saying " just spend X about to see us again, put your phone down"

But maybe someone talked to her cause I saw her twerking in a miniskirt & bea in Paris. And that's the Liveliest I've ever seen her!

Rosé doesn't emote when dancing

Jisoo just wants to be an actress

Lisa can dance but needs to remember to KEEP THAT MIC UP.

TLDR; I shouldn't be a fan wondering if your tired or sick. Just to find out you may of just been in a bad mood & I can't get a refund

Lots to unpack here and imma throw some tea ☕️

Tbh since like 2019 it seems that BP members don’t wanna be there most of the time

I don’t think they’re terrible performers or anything but people say they are inconsistent performers in concerts, I disagree cause they’re consistently lacking energy so that’s something consistent about them (imma put Lisa aside for this one cause I think she always delivers)

I think they became bigger as individual celebrities than a group in itself , which was always YG’s MKT strategy (obviously totally worked), which is amazing for the girls tbh but I personally think it’s a shame for fans who pay super expensive for more often than not a lackluster performance by most of the group, but then again they keep touring because regardless of the performance level they have their name attached to it and people are gonna buy to see the it girls of the moment (also people in general always wanna ignore BP’s flaws as a group let’s be honest)

Now onto the more particular members:

About the phone thing with jennie I don’t know if this speculation is true or not but I think it’s stupid, you can go to any concert since 2015ish and most of the people will be recording a bunch of songs, that’s just how it is and how it works, for an artist to hate on that makes zero sense. She can be an amazing performer when she wants to be but personally I think she’s the one that lacks most energy consistently, I’ve seen hundreds of so called rumors to explain such behavior and it’s bs, if this was any girl from twice or RV people would be going to them with no mercy.

I do think rose is the best performer after Lisa, she seems to be passionate about being a musician, not sure about being in a group tho, I’d like to see more solo stuff for her

Jisoo has an amazing voice but I agree her true love seems to be in acting which is totally okay, she’s my favorite out of them and seems to be the most genuine one

Lisa stands as the best overall performer and I think she deserves a more extended solo career cause the girl has talent even tho she doesn’t have sickening vocals

I’d like to know you guys opinion about this! Let me know

#blackpink #kpop confessions #kpop opinions #jennie #blackpink jisoo #roseanne park #blackpink lisa #Blackpink confessions #YG #blinks #girl group #girlgroupconfessions

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darlinq-qusagi · 2 years

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About Me!💕💕💕💕💕

Name: You can call me, mits💕 or mitten!💕

Age: imma let u guess that 😉💕

Pronouns: She/Her💕

Sexuality: Pansexual🏳️‍🌈

Likes: Music 🎵, Reading Post's on Tumblr, my family and friends, pastel aesthetic gifs!💓 And you guys!💓💕

Hates: Kidnappers, Rapers, Transphobic people, Hitler, Homophobic, Karen’s, Gacha Heat/Gacha Fart/ Gacha Poop/etc🤮🤢

Hobbies: Sleeping 😴

Mood Right now: Tired, and bored 😑

Kin’s: Mitsuri, Shinobu, Yor Forger, and LOTSS MORE

Favorite Singers/Artists: Micheal Jackson, Doja Cat, Nicki Minaj, Janelle Mońae🥴💕💕, Marina and lotz more.💕💕

Animes I love💕💕: Spy x Family, Demon Slayer, The promised Neverland, Hunter x Hunter.

Favorite Games: Roblox, and Genshin Impact. (The only games I have on my phone😭)

Favorite Songs: I like That-Janelle Mońae, Faster- Janelle Mońae, Comedy -Jen Hoshino Mixed Nuts- Offical High dandisim (or whatever itz called lol-),Oh No!- Marina, Are you Satisfied- Marina, Hermit the frog 🐸-Marina, and A LOT MORE (AGAIN Ik-)

That’s All About ig. 💕💕

Have a good day/night💕💕

#all about me #idk what to tag this as #idk lol

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coralsgrimes · 9 months

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I mean yeee VIP tickets are a very pricey thingy but they do include lotsa perks and what imma getting here with Benny is that ye get let in without a line and get a quick selfie after?/

I'm only quoting the first bit to give some reference, but I'm basically commenting on all of it.

So, as for Ben: sure, he's found himself a way to earn more money. His quick post show meet&greet/selfie session sounds cheap and a bit too quick, but I definitely wouldn't categorically state that all meet&greets are packed with perks, because there's a LOT of differences between artists here. Some artists absolutely go out of their way to make it a fantastic experience worth every cent, but other artists just skip through with an absolute minimum effort. Like, barely a nod and a long distance phone shot for the fans. I don't think Benny's quite that bad, though I suppose I'll wait and read the reports from fans who do the m&g stuff after the next few shows. I might end up changing my opinion in either direction, who tf knows anything for certain these days? *cries in existential crisis*

See we are getting into these philosophical discussions now about this but this comes down to greed and Benny being as obvious as he can.

Will say it again - he found an untapped market so he's gonna OPENLY rip off his fans even more. On his two coast 'tour' he found out that tipsy sweaty women want to take pics with him after listening to his pained sounds and looking at his constipated face. So why do it for free when ye can get more monies outta them?

Tho it's two ways street, he uses them peeps but he can do so cuz they are willing in the first place.

I said it before, he always delivers at cons. But with his gigs? He sings for about an hour and he loses energy half way. The extra selfie will be that lol a line next to the loo queue. Prove me wrong tho Benny lol

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strawb3rryw00 · 3 years

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Late Night ♡ woo wonjae x female reader

warnings -> swearing

synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.

fluff and some suggestive shit.

also there’s a little bit of jay park x reader in here too

~♡~

4:25 am.

You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.

But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon D’s concerts.

Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.

You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.

But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.

You’ve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. You’ve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.

Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.

“Y/N man,” He spoke to you casually in english. “I love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.”

You frowned, pausing your song you had played. “But Jay,” You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. “I’m just trying-“

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but it’s what you needed. “Your friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,” He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.

Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.

“I should not have to hear that you’re in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking you’d take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,” Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. “I’ll force you to move to a smaller one, don’t think I wont.”

Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. “You stress me out. I better hear that you’ve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.” He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.

“And you better fucking eat babe,” He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.

“I will,” You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.

He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you don’t like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.

After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months you’ve been working on the album. You didn’t have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadn’t quite found what you were missing from it.

Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. ‘I have your location ma’am’ The message read, earning a laugh from you.

‘lol’ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. It’s a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture you’re rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.

At the thought of your lover you decide it’s time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, it’s more comfortable to you.

You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.

He’s in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.

You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. “Are you about to leave?” Kunst asks you. “Jay told us to make sure you leave.”

You shake your head. “Not yet.” You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.

Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. “Ahh finally taking a break mm?” His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesn’t let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.

“Imma head out, you did good.” Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.

Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. “Let’s eat baby,” He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.

“I missed you,” You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.

“I missed you too, you been busy huh?” He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.

“Yea you could say that.” He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.

Now having been in his arms you don’t want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.

Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.

“It’s almost 6 am,” Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. “I’m tired.” He sighs. You know he’s hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.

“Me too,” You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. “Let’s go.” You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.

He stares at you a little shocked. “You’re finally listening huh? I’m impressed.” He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.

“Go get your things jagi,” He waves you off.

After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.

“Let’s go get some early food and then go to my place yea?” Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. “Ron can come with us and play with my babies,” He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.

You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.

Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment that’s open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. “No work talk today.” He says, looking at you as he parks. “You’re taking a break.” You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.

After you fill your stomachs, you’re on the way to his home. Even more tired now that you’ve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.

Ron immediately mingles with Wonjae’s three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjae’s room.

“Do you want to shower with me?” Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. “Yes please.”

“Okay, I’ll go start it.” He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once you’re completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.

After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. “Mmm,” He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. “I missed looking at this.” He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.

He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. “I’ll fuck you later,” He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time it’s much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.

After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.

You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.

“Jay isn’t letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and I’m forcing you to lay with me all day .” Wonjae mumbles.

You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. “Your album can wait for a day. I’ve missed you.” He adds, pulling you even closer to him.

You both fall silent, your eyes closing. You’ve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.

“Wonjae,” You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. “I love you,”

His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. “I love you.” He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.

You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know you’re going to be asleep for the whole day and you’re honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.

He’s right, your album can wait.

~♡~

lol i had to write another for wonjae. it’s so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.

#woo wonjae fluff #woo wonjae #aomg woo #aomg reactions #aomg drabbles #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #woo fluff #woo wonjae smut #woo wonjae scenarios #woo wonjae drabbles #woo wonjae imagines #woo wonjae x reader #woo wonjae tattoos #aomg x reader

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bestiesenpai · 3 years

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firsts with Choso

Imma do this as a non-curse au and also force everyone to see my vision of Instagram star Choso lol, gender neutral lads~

Content warning: there is drinking

First meeting

Choso was a celebrity. Did he ever call himself one? No. But in the eyes of the internet, he was properly famous, amassing an easy two million followers and counting through his short time on Instagram

Posting mainly fashion content, it was no surprise that he had hundreds upon hundreds of photographers asking him to model for them and brands begging to collaborate

His manager took care of most of those things, fielding the serious requests with the not so serious

Which is how he found himself shooting for a pretty well known magazine

There were people shouting and running around even though it was barely pushing six am. Choso hadn’t slept the whole night, his insomnia keeping him awake until the photoshoot. Downing a piping hot black coffee first thing in the morning, when he arrived at the shoot there were already assistants pouring him more cups.

“Choso, hair and makeup is ready for you.” His manager said, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him silently to the room. The lights were way too bright here, stinging Choso’s eyes and almost giving him a headache.

Sitting down in the makeup chair with his eyes closed, Choso heaved a heavy sigh as he got comfortable.

“Uhm, excuse me?” A timid voice sounded behind him, from the previously closed door to the room.

“Hm?” Cracking open an eye, Choso looked in the mirror in front of him to see who was speaking. A makeup assistant, wringing their hands together nervously and not meeting his bloodshot eyes.

“I’m uh- I’m here to start your makeup.” Your voice was so cute when addressing him, a little higher pitched than what he assumed was normal. Biting your lip, you slid into the room slowly, standing a good distance behind his chair and looking at him through the mirror.

“Okay, I’ll sit up.” Gulping the rest of his coffee down, Choso sat up pin straight in the makeup chair. Even if he fell asleep in the chair he trained himself well enough to not slouch over once he was in this position.

You began to work silently, pulling out products and laying them down with trembling hands. Your nervousness was cute, endearing almost to Choso. He knew he could look rather intimidating, that’s partly why he had so many followers, and to see you so scared in front of him made a lazy smirk grace his face.

“I’ll be putting your base on now?” Even though you tried to sound stern your sentence came out as a question and Choso blew air sharply through his nose, fighting the uptick of his lips as you fiddled with products.

Choso sat perfectly still while you began to touch his face. With half lidded eyes he could see your name badge swinging from the lanyard around your neck. (Y/N) was printed in large letters, impossible to miss.

A few minutes passed in pure silence between you and Choso could feel your hands shake when you cupped his cheek to apply foundation and patting powder across his face. The door swung open just as you went to swap a few products around, someone had come to take you away for a few minutes.

“Oh, I’ll only be gone a little bit, but the main makeup artist should be here before I return.” You spewed out, dropping the things in your hands against the counter. Forcing a polite smile at Choso, your feet shuffled awkwardly as you flip-flopped between saying something more, waiting for his reply or just leaving in entirely.

“Thank you (Y/N), you did a great job.” Choso said calmly, smiling back at you and taking a sip of his now lukewarm coffee. Your mouth dropped briefly in surprise and your brows rose up, your whole face opened up in sweet surprise. Biting your lip and rocking on your heels, a shy giggle left your chest.

“Bye Choso.” Giggling again as you said his name, you scurried from the room like an embarrassed school girl, gushing about Choso to the person waiting for you as you left the room.

First hangout

The next time Choso saw you, it was to fix his lip makeup between pictures, and your hands shook then too

As the day wore on, Choso found himself completely smitten with how helpless you were in front of him, how scared and nervous you were. He felt the ever growing urge to protect you, even if it was from himself

He’s elated when the team proposes going out to dinner together, both as a way to refuel and get to know each other better since this photoshoot will be a few days long

Heading out into the darkening world outside the studio, Choso makes sure to stick close by you

He’s not standing directly near you, but Choso makes sure to stay behind you as the group walks. He’s watching you talk animatedly with your friends, no doubt other small time assistants just eager to get started in the industry. Your smile warms his heart and when you laugh loudly at a crosswalk Choso chuckles as well.

Once at the restaurant, he cunningly makes sure he’s seated next to you. He doesn’t say anything, but he can tell your demeanor has shifted because you get just a little bit quieter, that nervous energy comes back a little.

“(Y/N), what’re you thinking of getting?” Choso asks you as he looks over the menu. He can hear your breath hitch, obviously surprised he even addressed you.

“Uhm, I’m not sure, I’ve never been here before.” Shrugging your shoulder, you quickly skim the menu. “Is there anything you’re thinking of getting?”

“Hmmm…” Drumming his fingers on the table, Choso shrugs as well. “Whatever you get, I’ll get too.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.” Laughing nervously, you flip through the menu. “I don’t even know what you like.”

“I’ll like whatever you like.” Choso wouldn’t necessarily call this flirting, he didn’t consider himself particularly suave or charming, but from the way you stammered and hid your face with the menu, clearly flustered, told him that most people would consider what he was doing flirting. Especially you.

“Okay but don’t blame me if you don’t like it.” Came your whispered reply from behind the menu, and Choso just knew your cheeks and ears were on fire.

“As long as you pick it out, I won’t have a single complaint.”

First kiss

From that moment on, Choso knew he liked you. It wasn’t hard to get you to come out of your shell and talk more casually with him, afterall he was the oldest of a lot of brothers

Talking with you all throughout dinner, Choso was a little more excited to go to work. Even if you didn’t end up liking him the same way, you could still be friends - something that Choso was kind of lacking

As the days of the photoshoot wore on and you got closer with each other, Choso found himself yearning to ask you to hang out outside of all of this, when it all ends and you don’t have to be professional with him

He knows he only has one chance left at the very last team dinner, a celebratory occasion that is sure to go out with a bang

“Let’s drink to all the hard work we put in these last few days!” The photographer cheered, already drunk and swaying in his chair. No one cared though, everyone was already a little drunk. Choso had a few beers himself and was feeling the beginnings of a pleasant buzz, and it seemed so were you. With a dopey smile on your face and slightly glassy eyes, you laughed a little too hard at a joke across the table with a fruity drink in your hand.

“(Y/N) don’t drink too much, you’re a terrible lightweight!” Someone teased a few seats down and a couple people chuckled in agreement.

“W-whatever!” Sticking your tongue out, you downed the rest of your drink and quickly ordered another. “I deserve to have fun, that photoshoot was stressful!”

It was indeed. Between actually taking the pictures, going to the different locations, waking up early and creating promo content for his Instagram, Choso was swamped. The only highlights of his day would be when you would come to do his makeup or fix it, or these times when you’d sit together during dinner.

“Yeah you do.” Putting a hand on your shoulder, Choso pat it a few times and you easily swayed with the motions. This wasn’t the first time he was touching you, he’d pat you on the back a few other times, but seeing you bend so easily made him laugh.

Choso kept a keen eye on you for the entirety of dinner, watching you down drink after drink and forcing you to drink water in between some of them. It was fun to see you let go like this, he never thought he’d get the chance, and the desire to protect you was coming up again.

When the group decided to go to karaoke after dinner, Choso kept an arm around your shoulder as you all walked to the next location. He kept you from falling and bumping into things and being kidnapped by random strangers you wanted to talk to as you walked by. Getting to the room in one piece, you all crowd in and the party continues.

Choso can barely make heads or tails of what’s going on, there’s people taking pictures and videos of everything, his manager is drunkenly securing another deal for him over the phone, and there’s loud and offkey singing blaring through the speakers. He almost thinks about bailing, but seeing you so amped up and singing along as well has him staying.

“Choso, what’d you think?” You shout over the music ten minutes later. You’re breathless from doing a song and collapse into the open seat next to him.

“You did great.” Choso grins. He can see the sweat on your hairline and he had definitely taken pictures of you singing to look at later. You beam at him, obviously happy to get his approval, and bounce up and down in your seat.

“I have to go pee, do you know where the bathroom is?” Your tiny drunk bladder would truly be the death of you. Helping you up, Choso exits the karaoke room and guides you down the hall to the bathrooms, far away from the noise filled rooms. Waiting for you to come out, Choso can tell you’re properly drunk.

“You good?” Quirking his head to the side, Choso grabs your upper arm as you stumble towards him.

“Choso! I gotta- gotta do something!” Hiccuping through your words, you have the front of his shirt in a vice grip as you square your shoulders in front of him. With a fiery determined look in your eyes, you push forward.

At first, you bump your noses painfully together and a quiet curse slips under your breath. But then you try again and your lips actually make contact with Choso’s. The kiss is sloppy, messy - it’s as drunk as you are. He can taste the liquor on your lips, creating a smooth glide along the surface that makes it easier to slide against him.

Just as Choso is getting into it, his hands coming to grip your waist instead of your arms, you let go. Push him away hard and stumble back at the same time. There’s tears in your eyes, lower lip quivering pathetically.

“(Y/N)-”

“I-I should go.”

“(Y/N) wait-” You run away before he can say anything, before Choso has a chance to grab your hand and pull you back to him and tell you that he’s wanted to kiss you for a while now. Standing dumbly in the hallway alone, he hears the slam of a karaoke room door, no doubt from you.

Slinking back into the room, Choso can see that you’ve decided to sandwich yourself between two other people and avoid his burning eye contact for the rest of the night. You don’t even properly say goodbye to him when it’s time to part, just slip away into the Uber your friends called.

First confession

Even though you managed to give him the slip, Choso still got your phone number from someone before the party completely dispersed

The kiss stayed on his mind for the rest of the night, keeping him up as he played the moment over and over again in his head

By the time morning came, Choso was itching to message you

He had to know why you kissed him, and if you’d let him kiss you again

(Choso): hey this is Choso I got your number from one of the others

(Choso): we have something to talk about

He waited a good couple hours for you to text back. The longer time went on, the longer Choso just wanted to call you and be done with waiting in limbo.

(Y/N): sorry about last night

That was all you had to say and Choso just knew you were kicking yourself over it.

(Choso): don’t be sorry, I liked it

(Y/N): you don’t have to lie to try and make me feel better

(Y/N): it was a drunk mistake and it won’t happen again

(Choso): what if I want it to happen again?

He could see the little typing bubbles disappear and reappear with a fervor. Your mind must be racing as much as his was.

(Y/N): I’m not interested in being a fling

(Choso): good thing I don’t want you as just a fling

There was a nervous sort of adrenaline building up in Choso’s body, making his cheeks flush and fingers tremble, but emboldening him as well to keep going.

(Choso): Let me take you out on a date, I wanna see you at least one more time

(Choso): then you can decide if it really won’t ever happen again

(Choso): deal?

You were silent on the other end reading his messages. There were no typing bubbles to give away your position. Choso was stuck in limbo.

(Y/N): alright, deal

First date

Choso quickly set up a date at a trendy cafe he frequented, one that he took plenty of Instagram pictures at

He could sense your hesitation to go out with him over the phone and he was quick to dash away any second thoughts you had about dating someone that was internet famous

Choso liked you for you, not for what you could potentially bring to him in terms of content

He waited nervously outside the train station for you, wearing an outfit he’d painstakingly reworked a hundred times before deciding on something

“Choso!” You called out to him, rushing towards his figure waiting against a brick wall.

“Hey.” Smiling softly, Choso’s fingers twitched with the urge to hug you, but he held it off. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, possibly scare you off by being too forward.

“You’re here early.” Your eyes quickly danced over the clothes he chose and you let out a hum. “I feel self conscious now, you dressed so nicely for this!”

“You think?” He chuckled, tugging on the edge of the designer hoodie he’d thrown on.

“Yeah, but that’s to be expected of an Instagram star!” Shrugging your shoulders overdramatically, you gestured behind you to the bustling sidewalk full of people. “Should we get going? I’ve never been to the place you suggested.”

“Yeah, lets go.” Choso’s hand hovered over your lower back, guiding you through the people and onto the sidewalk. All it took was seeing you jostled around by a few people walking by for Choso to get fed up and grasp your hand firmly in his, weaving his fingers through yours.

“Stick close to me, it’s pretty crowded today.” He whispered in your ear, pulling you halfway behind him and grabbing your other hand as well and guiding it to hold onto the back of his hoodie. With his imposing nature and intimidating stature, Choso effortlessly pushed through the throngs of people and you quickly found yourself at the cafe in question.

“Let’s go in.” Turning around to face you, he’s stunned when you leap up and peck his cheek.

“Thanks Choso.” Giggling, you sidestep him and go to open the door of the cafe, but you’re stopped by Choso’s unmoving body. “What’s up Choso?”

“(Y/N).” He’s looking at you with scarily wide eyes and his tone is deathly serious. “Will you kiss me again if I buy you a drink?”

“Huh? Yeah of course, but-” You’re cut off from telling him that you’d kiss him without the drink by Choso bolting forward into the cafe.

“I’ll buy you all the drinks you could ever want then. And a slice of cake too.”

#jujutsu kaisen #choso #choso x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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kimberly-spirits13 · 4 years

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Dating Damian Wayne HC:

(imma do one for all of the guys I just had the writing idea for Dames first)

How You Met: Artist credit @axeeeee

. You went to Gotham Academy before him

. You were also making sure that you were top of the class and also maintaining class president

. Anyways, it was just something that you pushed yourself for

. Arts was another strength for you but that was something that you weren’t as inclined to maintain on an extreme level like everything else

. So it was your job to show the new people around the school before their first day which meant that you were showing Damian around

. Your parents already knew Bruce so you weren’t really freaked out at all

. It was just another day tbh

. That was until you met him

. It was weird since you were more of the person to not talk much about yourself

. No one really knew who you were and you were content to keep it that way

. Everyone’s friend but no one knew who you were really

. Damian was kind of the same way but not as friendly or open to people

. He was like the younger you

. Still, for some reason you were interested in him just as a person

. He was as well

. You didn’t immediately hit it off seeing as you are both reserved and closed off when it comes to personal things, but you hit it off faster than any one else

. A miracle in all honesty

. So you started hanging out and eating together in the lunchroom instead of either with a group or alone

. It was nice and then evolved over time

Friendship:

. So after a few months, you guys were getting closer and closer

. It was something that you just expected to happen and when it did you were ready

. You were starting to hang out outside of school whether that was at your place, the park, his house, maybe a café on a weekend

. Just anywhere

. If there were any galas, Damian would invite you and you him since you didn’t really feel great inviting anyone else

. Sometimes galas had this secret mandatory code to bring someone so it was nice to finally have someone to bring

. The media was all over it

. It was honestly really weird for a second and then you just accepted it

. Damian and yourself slowly started opening up to each other about everything

. Depending on how fast you pick up on things and possibly if you’re also a vigilante, this is where you figure out that he’s Robin

. He doesn’t call you by your last name anymore and instead by your first name which is fun

. It’s an honor lol

. If Damian is having an issue at the manor, you just have extra stuff for him to come over anytime

. It’s always there and you make sure to get more when you see something’s running low

. By the end of the friendship stage, you’re probably wearing each other’s clothes by now

. He gets flustered sometimes though

. That’s the first few signs

. Also very protective but we’ll get into that

Signs:

. So Damian now gets flustered?

. Not something that you ever thought you’d see

. Complimenting you too

. It was a mutual thing that you both started doing more and more

. Hanging around each other even more than before if that’s possible

. He introduces you to his pets

. All of them

. Even Goliath

. That was after watching random animal videos one night in the movie room of your house and seeing your reaction to them all

. You bout died meeting Goliath

. It was pretty awesome

. Damian was so proud

. Anyways, so you start getting more and more protective of each other

. Any stupid girls from the Academy were getting immediately shut down

. Same goes with the boys

. For Damian he was always making sure that no one was messing with you or making you feel uncomfy

. Death glares to all and smiles to none that tried it

. That was both ways

. Omg you guys have the death glare mastered

Confession/ Relationship:

. So now that his brothers have caught on, they’re hell bent on getting you two together

. So is Alfred and Bruce and that’s not typical at all

. Everyone ships you and you both know it just won’t accept it

. After some time though, you’re at this string of events and the press was just bombarding you for info on the relationship and whether or not you were dating

. You said no every time and then just moved on

. Damian noticed how much he missed you and loved seeing you thrive even from afar

. It was kind of like oh shit I’d better say something now cause they’ve got everyone wrapped around their finger

. So when you got back, he told you

. It was kind of informal and unexpected

. I mean finally but, out of the blue

. You were thrilled

. So basically from then on, it was wonderful

. Sometimes his brothers might tease you two and post really just dorky things about you guys

. Maybe one day it’s freaking out cause they found you in the movie room passed out on each other asleep with an older movie playing

. Picture of you not being apart at all

. The press loved it all

. You guys loved it all

. Now he’d spend the night all of the time but this time in your room, asleep, with you

. Not just in some guest bedroom or in the same room but apart

. Sleeping is actually a big thing since you both greatly lack it

. You’ll sleep everywhere

. The couch, a chair, the bed, in a car, on the floor sometimes, at a table just next to each other, anywhere

. It was something that like your friendship just evolved over time

. Eventually, you were taking vacations together during the holiday breaks and training together

. Your families loved the other

. Friend groups too

. Sometimes you’d fight but typically it got resolved quickly

. There was always this challenge of apologizing on Damian’s end even if it was really his fault since he just doesn’t know how to

. He got better with that real quick

. Basically, you just appreciate each other and see the other as your other half

. Nothing gets in the way of that

. Not even some stupid boy or girl hitting on the other or the media’s twisted perception of something taken out of proper context

. Those are typically what more serious talks are about but they’re solved quickly

Dates:

. You’re either going to a nice place or not staying in

. There’s no in between

. Either 5 star or the home theater at probably your place

. He loves taking you nice places even if you’ve already been

. Watching new movies

. Or really bad ones just to judge them

. Those are always really fun

. Sometimes you might go for a coffee date and those are typically just spur of the moment type things

. You might go to a gala and then go home and kick back

. Either way it’s the best

. Homemade treats and movies with a possible blanket fort and pillows everywhere over the couches in the movie room

. There’s always a chance that they might get cut short for heroics but that doesn’t typically happen since someone covers Damian’s or your shift

Hero:

. So if you’re a hero, it’s kind of an exhausting thing especially considering schooling and everything else

. Sometimes you find yourself not getting sleep for days

. There are times that you regret everything and Damian understands it all

. He’s just terribly impressed that you can do all of this like he does

. It’s great having someone like that

. Both of you are extremely well trained which sometimes Damian questions where you got your training since it’s so similar to his and his father’s

. Very calculated and precise every single time but also unpredictable which makes you dangerous

. It’s something that you always use to your advantage

. On nights that you patrol, you do it together and always tag team

. Damian knows that you put up one hell of a fight, but he’d rather be there incase something happens then not at all and have something bad happen

. Both of you are always stitching each other up and helping the other with nightmares

. It’s just inevitable at this point

. Staying over at each other’s places depending on how close you are or how badly injured

. You always go to the manor if there’s something really bad that happened

. That’s cause they have better medical equipment and Alfred who is a legend

. Alfred can fix anything and if he can’t it’s to the hospital but that pretty much never happens

Routine?:

. With everything, you have to have a routine

. It’s very exact and important

. In the morning, you both wake up together but not before hitting the snooze button three times

. You have the alarm set early enough to be able to do this

. Plus some time just to lay there for a second

. Damian is typically the cutest and most tired in the morning

. He hates them

. If you’re washing your face or doing whatever, he’ll just hug you from behind and lean against your shoulder

. Has fallen asleep before

. Then you both eat and head off to school

. After school, you go back to someone’s place to change into comfy clothes and complete homework which most is done at school since you wouldn’t have time otherwise

. If you have a meeting to go to, you’ll go to that and then head back

. After supper, it’s to patrol and then after two to three hours of that on average, you go back to one of your homes and shower typically together since you don’t have time to not

. It’s easier and more time efficient so you’ve said

. Also uses less hot water

. Then, you check your phones for any other emergencies and head to bed

. If you’re not a hero it’s basically the same thing but he comes into your room, locks the window again after he’s made sure everything is safe inside, creeps in your closet to get his nightclothes, looks at his phone for anything that might have happened since, goes to shower, and then gets into bed with you after making sure you’re okay without waking you up

. When sleeping, you’re either touching slightly or just on top of each other in some way

. Either way, you’re touching

. He can’t have you far from him incase something happens

. Never really sure what might happen, just that it could happen

. Since he’s a light sleeper, if you shift or move around, he opens his eyes for a second to make sure you’re okay

. That goes for hero or not

. It’s really nice and sometimes he’ll come in and you’ll still be awake

. Always asks why

. “Dami, I’m always awake at this hour.”

. “I know beloved, but you should sleep.”

. “Well then let’s go.”

. He’ll swing by for just a second during patrol to check in if you’re either grounded from patrol due to injury, sickness, just need a night off, or if you don’t do it

. Texts you updates every now and then since he knows you worry and it helps him when he’s home and you’re patrolling

. Basically keeps him from going insane so he does the same for you just incase

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cloverrover · 3 years

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Surprises

Summary: Y’all be road tripping and they didn’t know you could rap like crazy.

Warnings: PG-13 cuz I mean it is a Macklemore song so

A/N: This, other than Bonfire, is my first writing of any sort so be kind? Lol and yes, it’s Tom Holland because yeah. But like it, reblog it, please just spread this out lol

“Are you sure you have everything packed?”

“For the ever-living hell Tommie, I have done this trip so many times I know what to pack. So yes, I’m sure I have everything packed.”

“Really? Because you’re travel charger isn’t in here. It’s on the counter dumbass.” Blushing like crazy after snapping at him for the millionth time that day alone, you get out of the car to get your charger.

Ever since you could remember your parents took you on a road trip at least once a year. When you got older, between soccer games and your parents both getting sick, they started to happen less and less. Eventually they both died, leaving you alone to sort out everything by your lonesome and leaving you grieving a lone. The only memory left being the old ratty map they liked to use instead of a GPS.

It took a while for you to get used to life without your parents. Being an only child with no other living family, it was a lot and it took you to a dark place for a while until you realized that your parents wouldn’t want to see you like this.

So, you started over. Packed up everything and moved to the mountains in North Carolina where you knew no one and no one knew you. You couldn’t bear to leave the state you were born in, but you couldn’t live on the coast anymore. Too much pain and too many memories but you couldn’t leave home still. You always did your road trip, granted it was backwards now with you driving east instead of west, but you loved the stops on the way.

Getting back into the truck, you started the engine, began your drive, and tried to ignore the boys bickering over what to listen to.

“Ahem. Harrison, Tommie, I’m the driver. Driver picks, not that passenger bullshit y’all like to try and play.”

“Fine Al.” Harrison grins cheekily at you, knowing your hatred of that nickname.

“Harold, call me Al again, and I’ll leave you at a back-hick gas station with no money and no phone.” Glaring at him through the mirror, you see a paled Harrison sitting and knowing you would actually do it, despite the fact he was famous.

“Hah she got you good Harrison.”

“Oh, I’d do that to you too Tom don’t you worry. I can’t separate the two of you.”

“I thought you loved me Ally.”

“I do Tom ha-ha don’t worry. But I’m still hella serious.”

Ignoring the boys further, you plug your phone in, pull up Spotify, and blast Macklemore. You don’t know what it was about him, but he always calmed you down; and with the memories this trip would undoubtedly bring up, you’d need some calm.

“Ok Harrison, I’ll allow you to choose the song, that’s it.” Grabbing the phone before you can even finish speaking, the boys unknowingly chooses your favorite song.

Granted you were still getting to know the boys even after 2 years of knowing them, but they’d never managed to figure out what your favorite song much less artist. They knew you liked Macklemore but that was about it for rap music. Soon Downtown was filling the old truck and you were casually singing along.

For some reason, you were always nervous about singing around the boys. You met them briefly before they started filming for Spider-Man: Homecoming and were fine singing around them until then. When you really thought about it, you realized that it was because of Zendaya. You didn’t hate her. God no if anything you loved her, you just knew you couldn’t really sing like her though. Who can? The only thing you were semi-good at was rapping.

“I’m headed downtown, cruising through the alley

Tip-toeing in the street like Daily

Pulled up, moped to the valley

Whitewalls on the wheels like mayonnaise

Dope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheels

Got gas in the tank, cash in the bank

And a bad little mama with her ass in my face

Imma lick that, stick that, break her off Kit-Kat

Snuck her in backstage, you don’t need a wristband

Dope.”

Without realizing you had the undivided attention of two very handsome British boys, you kept on going until you neared the end and saw they were staring at you. In what emotion, you couldn’t tell, you were too freaked out and immediate shut up.

After some very awkward glances at each other, Tom was the first to break the silence.

“Ally, what the actual hell was that?”

“It’s nothi-“

“Don’t even say that was nothing Ellie that was amazing!” You were in such a state of embarrassment you didn’t even realize Harrison used a nickname only he and Tom seemed to use.

“Harrison, it really wasn’t anything. I can’t even rap well enough anyways.”

“Why didn’t we know about this before??”

You didn’t want to tell them that because they knew Zendaya, that they could always hear her sing and not worry about dying cat sounds coming to their ears.

“Guys it really isn’t anyt-“

“Alexandria Giselle Smith. You tell us why we didn’t know you could rap and you tell us right now. Or no more head massages.” Turning to look Tom in the eye, not really believing him, because everyone knew he loved giving you those, you saw he was just as serious as you were about leaving them at a gas station.

“I didn’t want to tell you guys because y’all knew Zendaya.” Not wanting to look at either of them because you know it’s a stupid as fuck reason.

“I know it’s a shitty reason but there it is.” Blushing slightly, you focus on the road, no longer rapping, only wanting to get to get to the Outer Banks as soon as possible. A few minutes and more songs go by before either boy says something.

“You know just because we know someone who sings professionally doesn’t mean we don’t appreciate a dying cat sound every now and then. And no, we aren’t saying you sound like a dying cat when you sing. You sound very average and honestly, it’s nothing but refreshing.”

By this point your face feels like a hot tamale and you have to look everywhere else except at Tom, who’s just said the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard. Knowing that your little crush definitely wasn’t going to go anywhere, you look back in the mirror only to see Harrison sporting a shit-eating grin on his face, and Tom blushing like mad.

“Well then boys, if you like it so much, turn it back up.”

From that on, you spent the rest of the drive blasting music, singing, eating really crappy food, and just generally having a nice road trip for the first time in a very long time.

#tom holland #spiderman #marvel #marvel mcu #one shot #tom holland fluff

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imma-sue-you-becky · 3 years

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Just curious, what pen do you use for digital art? And what app?

Soooo, let's start tonight's answers with one I've been dying to make :)

Ladies and gentledudes, I present to you:

@imma-sue-you-becky 's (me) starter kit on becoming a digital artist.

I started doing digital art 3 years ago (when I was 11) and I started on my Samsung tablet, using my finger as a pen.

Two examples of things I drew back then:

The skele went through 6 redesigns and now her name is Molly. I'll probably post her most recent design later :).

Also boobs, lots of them. I wonder how my parents never suspected anything. Since busty women were all I drew when I was 12/13 lol

Btw, Rip anatomy lmao

Now I use my dear Huion Kamvas pro 16 that I got for Christmas almost 7 months ago.

Pen wise, my left-handed ass uses the pen that was with the pro 16, also the same pen my dog decided to oh so wisely use as a chew toy.

It still works so- I'm happy.

The pen.

The software I use is Clip Studio Paint Pro and it's lovely.

Also pretty easy to use once you figure it out. :)

Clip Studio Paint Pro and the redesigns of some of my webtoon characters (I've been working on them since I was 12,,, )

Every now and then I pick up my dear tablet and draw something on it (my finger will ache a bit but it is worth it.)

Also when is can't access my laptop for any kind of reason-

Things that I posted that were done using

This,

Autodesk Sketchbook

And my index finger.

Gremlin Choco | Selvira (cuddles) | Elvira's B-day | Royalty AU thingy

Alice (intro) and her ddlc au audition thingy were done on my phone using Autodesk Sketchbook and my finger.

Hope this answers your question, Bloo :)

#info

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strawberrybouvine · 3 years

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how do u add the noise overlay on ur art :0 ??

Oki oki ! Imma add pictures so my descriptions are a bit more easy to follow.

I use the IbisX app on my phone for all my digital art, I've been using it since I was 13 or so !

For the noise overlay it's pretty simple ! I'll use this old art as an example:

First off create a new layer above you current image.

IbisX has this cool feature that I believe most art programs have (I'm not 100% on that since I've only ever used IbisX) in the menu bar called FX. This is where you can do alot of fun stuff like color balancing, glitch effects, outlines, ect.

Now just to show the layout you would scroll to the artistic tab once you've gotten into the FX tab and then scroll threw the artistic effects until you find the noise effect.

The noise effect fills the entire screen, the left image shows it on a layer under the image and the right shows it on a layer above the image (I use the right image method)

From here you can adjust how strong the noise effect is and how many particles are in the effect. Once you find your desired look, hide the noise layer and select outside of the whole image area to erase the effect so it's only over the drawing area !

Once you erase the unneeded parts, you can change the layer mode. I tend to use soft light but feel free to experiment to your own preferences. I then lower the opacity of the noise layer to however I see fit for the drawing and the overall aesthetic of the piece.

That's how I get that nice crisp noise overlay in my drawings !

I sometimes throw a glitch effect and a sort of blur to the drawing to give that softer more anime/VHS look but this post is pretty long already lol

I hope this helps !

#nonnie #tutorials #kind of #art reference #art tutorial #i dont have sophisticated methods or like tools #mostly cause the good tools are too expensive aha #but simple is good !#and dont be afraid to find shortcuts or work arounds !#i think art should be about havig fun and letting loose #thats mostly cause my art is more a hobby than a professional thing #but ya know #im not the best for art advice lol #long post #jester jabber™

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babycracker · 3 years

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❤️ teehee

look at you, BEGGIN for it after pretending you don't like affection all this time 🙄

idek where to start. you're hilarious, i can't even remember how many times youve had me losing it to the point i can't see my phone anymore and need a break just to calm myself tf down.

you're also really, idk the word but like not judgemental at all. like i know i can tell you literally anything and you'll be cool with it. and i probably have told you close to everything lol

we're like, same brain so's it's almost scary sometimes, ie: both of us typing at once for the first time that day. and i know whatever i ramble to you, you're almost always gonna be down to join in and either laugh with me or make me feel better.

you're really. thoughtful?? like when ive had shit going on, you're there for me without like being in my face abt it if that makes sense? and like you always seem to know what to say to make me feel better. and yes im aware this is starting to sound like a bogan love letter but just ignore that.

you're SO encouraging and supportive, and, like. idk if im ever hesitant abt something (which happens often, let's be honest) you're not so much blindly like DEW IT but you talk through stuff with me until i feel myself like i can do it, you know? and then you're like DO IT NOW lmao

you're such an amazing writer, like i could never. you give me serious writers envy whenever i read smth you've written and then I have to talk myself out of my feelings of inadequacy coz like. you're amazing, seriously. you have such a beautiful way with words and i just could never.

OMG AND YOUR IDEAS. you big brain bitch, you have THE BEST FIC IDEAS. like idk how you do it over and over again but everything you come up with is so original and creative and well thought out and has very real potential to destroy me and i love it.

you're an incredible artist too!! like i know you say you're still learning and all but like dude, you're already so good and i better be the first one on your waiting list when you open commissions. yes, i said 'when', deal with it.

ok. you're probably throwing up by now so imma stop, but if you want more lemme know coz i got SO MUCH LOVE FOR YOU 💛🤍

send me a ❤ and lemme compliment you!

#ask kat #alicia 💛🤍

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rozugold · 3 years

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dream, fundy, antfrost?

dream: favorite character?

-glances at all the Tommy stuff I’ve made since joining the fandom- ..uh.. I think Tubbo and Ranboo are very neat (But most likely it’s Tommy skdhdh) But also I really like Wilbur’s character, and Dream is the best villain I’ve seen in a while… imma just stick with Tommy lol

fundy: favorite bit of lore?

Probably all of the mumza lore! She is the goddess of death, can create enchanted forests and is the wife of Philza. (Bonus points when artists draw her like a giant with a tiny philza sitting in her hands going :D!! )

antfrost: what do you like to do while you watch?

If intense story stuff is going on I’m sitting in my bed with my phone stuck to my face, occasionally live-blogging on thee tumblr

#ty elle :D #mcyt #rozu asks #thatfriendlyanon

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smileyjaeminies · 4 years

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It’s For My Art

Synopsis: An idea pops into Kevin’s mind, so demanding he can’t seem to shake it off. What happens when the words fly past his lips?

Word Count: 3,2 k

Genre: fluff, university au!, artist Kevin x swimmer/special needs teacher reader

Warnings: none

Member: Kevin

A/N: This work was so hard to get right… I really hope I did it justice in the end. I’ve experimented with a new pov in this, I hope you like the change! Enjoy~

Kevin was content with looking at you from afar. He leaned against the wall as Chanhee blabbered on to him and Jacob about one thing or the other. The loud music rang in his ears, in combination with the liquor in his cup. The smell of cigarettes and sweat filled the air and Kevin did his best to brush it off.

He stole glances at you, trying to be sneaky and not stare too hard. You were sitting on the couch with some of your friends, giggling back and forth. Kevin hated the fact that you turned to your friend so much, showing him the view of your strong shoulders and back.

The spaghetti sleeves of your dress did little to conceal your back, topped off with your hair tied in a high ponytail… It was enough to drive him wild. He nodded then and again, pretending to listen to his friend’s conversation as his thoughts became hazy.

Kevin was an art major. Since he was little, his hands were filled with colour as he dug his little hands in whatever paint supplies he could find. Slowly but surely he cultivated his talent, which managed to grant him a position at one of the most prestigious universities in the country.

As an artist, it was easy for him to find beauty in everything. The most mundane things sparked his interest and his inspiration derived from almost anything, to some spilled coffee on his kitchen counter, to the myriad of colours in a sunset.

He recalled now seeing you for the first time only a week ago, in the grass outside the main building on your campus. Contrary to popular belief, almost no one sat on the grass at your campus, and yet there you were, lying on your stomach, feet up in the air, your nose buried inside a book and earplugs hanging from your ears.

You were just perfect. Kevin had been looking for someone just like you, broad shoulders and back for the longest time for one of his long-term projects. He had tried some of his friends, but until then, it had taken too much convincing and too feeble a result for him to be satisfied.

The past week, he couldn’t take you off his mind. The anonymous girl from uni, whose broad shoulders made his inspiration run wild. And now that you were standing only a few feet away from him, his mind was hazy with thoughts of you.

“I’m getting another drink” he announced to his friends, earning an eager nod from Jacob.

As he made his way to the kitchen, he scoured the rows of different bottles for something he recognized. His eyes landed upon a brand of tequila he knew he liked, so he reached for it. At that moment, another hand made its way on top of the bottle, holding a tight grip on the neck.

Kevin’s eyes made yours across the kitchen island, making him gasp. You giggled at his unexpected reaction, cocking your head to one side in confusion.

“Want one?” you asked him.

“Yes” he simply answered, nodding his head for good measure.

“Strong or easy? Can you handle your alcohol, sweetie?” you asked him again.

“Sure” he answered as you poured both your drinks.

“Ask her, you idiot” his brain was screaming at him. Yet he remained silent, accepting the cup you offered him while muttering a small thank you.

“No problem, sweetie. Have fun!” you encouraged him, before turning right on your heels and walking out.

“Fucking hell” he muttered to himself as he assumed his place with Jacob and Chanhee.

Only this time, your eyes were on him. The encouraging smile on your lips made him shuffle in his spot, trying to weasel himself back in his friends’ conversation and ignore your stare.

Some rounds of shots later, Kevin could definitely feel the effect of the alcohol running in his veins.

“I’m just going to ask. She can always say no. It’s no big deal. I’ll just re-take the damn class” he was telling his friends.

“Do you really think this is the time and place to ask her? She could say no just because she gets the wrong idea. Why don’t you-” Chanhee was trying to reason with him, when Kevin caught you making your way to the kitchen.

“I’m doing it now. Wish me luck” he said over his shoulder, already walking towards the kitchen.

A few shoves and a shower of sorry’s later, he was standing near you once again. After a deep breath, he mustered up the courage to lightly poke you and introduce himself. You turned around, your eyes shining in recognition once they fell on him.

“Hi, sweetie” you told him.

“Hi, I’m Kevin” he announced.

You giggled, nodding your head.

“Do you want me to fix you another drink, Kevin?” You asked.

“No, thank you” he replied.

“Well then, I’ll be going” you said, moving past him.

Kevin acted quickly, afraid that he was going to lose you.

“Can I paint your back?” the words flew past his lips before he knew it.

You turned around, a curious look on your face when you regarded him. At least it wasn’t horrified or disgusted.

“What?” you asked, your voice getting a little bit high pitched.

“It’s not a weird thing I promise! I- I’m an art major and we’re doing this project were we have to paint something on anything but a canvas and I was trying out painting on people’s backs and I think yours would work perfect with my theme so I thought, hey, she’ll either think I’m a fucking weirdo or she’ll like the idea and help me with a fun project” Kevin rambled, the words flowing out of him in a hurry to make you understand.

You stayed quiet, looking at him and he only hoped you were considering his proposal.

“A project. And you want to paint… On my back?” you ask, your head falling on one side.

“Yes.” Kevin was quick to answer you.

You took a few more moments to think, before you started shaking your head. Kevin’s face fell as he felt the rejection approaching. His mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to get to you.

“Look, Kevin, was it? I’m too drunk for this right now. Let me… Think about it after my hangover.” You proposed.

“Yes! Yes, take all the time you need, of course” Kevin was quick to comply.

You reached inside the pocket of your jeans, retrieving your cell phone and handing it to him.

“Put your phone in there. Imma text you” you said and Kevin did as he was told.

“‘Weird back guy’? Wow, you hardly give yourself enough credit” you joked.

“Well, I thought that Kevin would be a little too vague. Maybe ‘Weird back guy’ is going to ring a bell” he said with a light laugh.

You laughed along with him as you both walked back out to the living room.

“You’re decent… For a weird back guy I met at a party.” You said.

“I’ll take it as a compliment. Just text me whenever, okay?” he asked.

“Sure thing, sweetie” you said, rejoining your friends.

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Days flowed by as classes and life managed to distract Kevin from longingly looking at his phone. He was sat on his desk, an array of materials and pieces of paper surrounding him, classical music flowing through his speaker to keep him focused as his hands worked ceaselessly.

Projects were piling up and he had to get his portfolio ready for the professors to look through. In a streak of creativity, he was pouring out piece after piece, not bothering to inspect them for mistakes, only rushing to work on the next one.

The dinging of his phone pulled him out of his trance. He completed some finishing touches to his drawing, before cleaning his hands and reaching for his phone.

Unknown

Hey Kevin! It’s Y/N, you know, from the party?

Kevin’s heart danced in his chest as he read the message. Finally, you had texted him! Pushing his thoughts on the back of his mind, he texted you back.

Kevin’s phone

Of course I remember you! I’m so glad you reached out, and finally I know your name haha

Y/N

Omg that’s so embarrassing I never introduced myself-

Sorry about that, I guess I was too out of it lol

Kevin’s phone

Don’t sweat it, I’m just glad you reached out at all

Y/N

So about that… I did some thinking and then I grew tired of doing it so now I’m saying fuck it

I’m in

Kevin almost screamed in delight reading the last text. A smile spread on his face as his thoughts were swarmed with things he could draw. Inspiration flowed like a river, drowning his thoughts and making his head ache. He felt jittery, his leg bouncing up and down with excitement.

Realizing he still hadn’t answered your text, his fingers worked fast on the keyboard.

Kevin’s phone

That’s amazing to hear! I’m so glad you’ll help, I was so ready to just drop everything and hide

Y/N

I’m glad I’m doing this too! It’s going to be fun, right?

Kevin’s phone

Most definitely! I’ll try not to bore you out of your mind lol

When are you free? We can do this in my place since I have all my supplies and whatnot

Y/N

Sure thing! Um, I’m free all afternoon Thursday, is that okay?

After figuring out a few technical things, like the exact time and giving you directions to his dorm room, Kevin threw his phone on his bed. Giddy with excitement he bounced on his chair as he went through his supplies, making sure he had all the colours he needed.

This is really happening, huh, he thought to himself as the smile on his lips didn’t seem to falter.

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Thursday afternoon came along sooner than Kevin would have liked. He did everything in his power to clean his dorm room, efficiently kicking Jacob out to give you both some privacy.

Right on time, a knock on his door alerted Kevin of your arrival. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he opened the door for you. You smiled at him and greeted him politely. Kevin was torn between hugging you and merely sharking your hand, when you stepped forward, wrapping your hands around his torso and letting yourself in.

You leisurely sat down on his bed as if you owned the place, striking up a pleasant conversation with him. After talking to you for a while, he decided to finally take the initiative.

“If you don’t mind, I think we should get started soon or I’ll lose all the natural light” he told you.

Your eyes widened for a mere second, so fast he almost missed it. You quickly composed yourself, not saying anything, only nodding at his request.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, leave you some time to change. Call for me when you’re ready, okay?” he asked.

“Okay” you said, but from the tone of your voice he could tell you’re your demeanor was slowly changing.

“Hey, Y/N, at any point you want me to stop, just say the word. It’s okay, I promise. There’s no point in doing this if you don’t want to.” He tried to reassure you.

A small smile made its way to your lips as you whispered a thank you. Kevin only nodded, getting in the bathroom and closing the door behind him. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the door as a million pictures rushed behind his eyelids.

A certain picture kept resurfacing, a cloudy night sky, with some stars still shining through. He knew that was what he was going to be painting today. He only prayed that it would be good enough for his professor.

“I’m ready now” your voice called from the other room.

Kevin made straight for his painting supplies, his hands itching to prepare the colours he needed. From the corner of his eye, he saw you lying down on his bed, your top laying neatly folded a few inches away from your head.

“Do you need another pillow? Are you comfortable enough?” he asked.

“I think I’m okay. I just don’t know what to do with my hands” you said with a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, just try not to fold them if that’s okay” he requested.

A nod came from you as Kevin finished preparing his colours. The atmosphere was tense as he took a stool to sit next to you, hovering over your body.

“So… Music?” he asked

“What about it?” you asked him in return.

“Do you want to play some? I think I’d bore you too much with the classical music I use when I paint” he said.

“Okay… Well, there’s been one album I’ve been dying to listen to” you said and Kevin hummed.

He showed you how to connect your phone to the speaker and was very surprised when you played one of his favourite band’s new album.

“That’s literally one of my favourite bands” he confessed.

“Really? That’s so awesome! I only discovered them a few years ago… They’re too good” you said.

“They really are” Kevin admitted.

He timidly placed his brush on your body, making you shiver. He chuckled at your reaction, while you let out an awkward laugh.

“Probably should’ve said something. Sorry” he apologized.

“It’s okay” you mumbled.

“So, how did you get to know them again?” he asked you.

The conversation flowed easily from there on as you seemed to relax more and more under his fingers. He worked while you two talked, allowing his mind to roam free as his hands moved almost without him noticing.

Sometime later, the album had finished playing and a calm silence had overtaken the room. Kevin’s eyebrows were scrunched together as he placed the finishing touches on his work. Taking a step back he admired his work, until his eyes fell on your face.

You had fallen asleep somewhere in between, your mouth now hanging open as you breathed evenly. Kevin smiled lightly, as he shook his head. He really had bored you to sleep.

Taking his camera, he stood on top of your body to take some pictures of the painting on your back. However, his attention was brought to your soft features, your arm hanging down from the bed, palm outstretched, the shapes your hair outlined as they danced over the pillow, the lines of your nose and mouth.

The clicking of his camera came and went and he could already imagine the way he could edit those later. He tried not to show your features too much, careful not to give away your identity, although he could tell he could hardly show these pictures to anyone but you.

Putting his camera back in its case, a sigh escaped his lips. He looked back in all he had learned about you today. You were studying to be a special needs teacher, hoping to help children through your work. You had scored a scholarship through swimming, explaining your broad shoulders and strong back. You lived out of campus in a small apartment with your best friend. Your friends were real fun to be around and you loved hanging out with them, but sometimes you found that they were moving too fast for you.

You liked a lot of the same bands and pretty much listened to the same music. You hanged out at your apartment most of the time, savoring the peace and quiet and opting out from clubs, finding that house parties, quite like the one you met at, were more your style. You favored books over movies and absolutely despised modern art. You also hated poetry, one of your professors and mint chocolate ice cream.

He realized then, he had gotten so much information just from talking to you on and off as he worked. He couldn’t even imagine how sitting down to actually talk to you would be.

At that moment, Kevin realized he really wanted to see you again, to get to know you better and he would make sure that would happen.

He sat in the corner of his bed, placing a hand on your shoulder and shaking you gently. He called your name, but you didn’t seem to stir. Without thinking much of it, he run his hand through your hair in a soothing manner and tried calling your name again.

This time, you did stir, your eyes opening with effort. A small groan escaped you as Kevin continued running his fingers through your hair. He smiled down at you, not even bothering to hide it.

“Sorry to wake you, I just thought you might have to leave or something” he told you.

You stirred, turning to lay on your back and Kevin immediately looked away from your topless form. From the corner of his eye he saw you rubbing your eyes sleepily, humming as an answer to his words.

“I don’t have anything to do actually, I cleared my afternoon just for you” you said with a laugh.

“Oh, I’m honored” he told you, eyes still stuck on the opposite wall.

“Kevin” you called him, sitting up.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Your hand was on his chin, your touch so light it felt like he almost dreamt it.

“I want you to look at me” you whispered, turning his head for your eyes to lock.

His eyes landed on yours and he was shocked to find you looking at him with hooded eyes. His gaze fell to your lips and felt himself take in a sharp breath.

“I am looking at you” he said, his eyes finding yours again.

Like magnets, you moved at the same time, finding each other somewhere in between the distance that was separating you. Your lips found each other in an experimental and passionate kiss, as Kevin’s hands buried themselves in your hair.

Leaving your lips, he peppered kisses all across your face, before moving to your jaw and neck. Not yet satisfied, his lips found yours again, as the kiss only deepened.

Breaking away, you moved backwards a bit, tracing his cheek with your hand. He tried reading your eyes and he could clearly see that you were thinking about something, although he wasn’t sure what.

“What is it?” he asked you in a whisper.

“Nothing. I’m just glad I came” you told him with a smile, placing a small peck on his nose.

Without giving him a chance to say anything in return, you get up from his bed, getting your things and disappearing in his bathroom. Kevin hears the shower being turned on, which snaps him back into reality.

As he finishes packing up his supplies and the spare sheet he had used for you to lay on, now filled with colour, you emerge from the bathroom.

“Hey” you greet him with a smile.

“Hey” he says as he smiles back at you.

“So I’m craving some Chinese food. Care to join?” you ask him.

The smile on Kevin’s face only grows as he gets on his feet, walking up to you. He holds your hand in his before saying,

“What are we waiting for?”

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